V. SLEEPING IN MY FATHER’S GRAVE.

The warmness that embraces my body, The coldness that embraces his skeletons, Undigging his soul out, So as I can rest in peace, He should consider that as my honor, Like the skull eating worms, I be waiting for him to sleep, Sleep in his self dug grave, Then I will wake up, He willContinue reading “V. SLEEPING IN MY FATHER’S GRAVE.”